Leaves of the tree are silent green,
Inner and outward exist the patches-
That form the fullness of its being.
A landmark for every bee,
A place to hide for every ant.
It stands high, with leaves that shelter-
The inhabitants of it and the passersby!
Who could imagine that a small plant,
Could do so much magic and prosperity.
So, I would also suggest you plant this much glee,
In the form of a plant that builds upon a tree.